You scurry across the floor in broad daylight.
Past a riot of heart-shaped balloons floating in the air, ribbons trailing among store aisles of shiny foil boxes of chocolates. Antennae waving, little legs moving in a blur. Rows of red and pink color cards proclaiming love, undying devotion, kisses.
You crawl on the rose petals, pausing to regard shoppers who blindly worship Cupid’s deceit with obligatory offers of gifts.
You drop from the flowers to the ground with a plop and scramble off,
to seek darkness and safety.
Do you have cockroach candle-lit dinners for two? Romantic cockroach kisses?
You cross paths with a heavy boot.
Squash.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
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